After every hunt, they would return here.
The sturdy beastman reached out, lifted the Little Witch onto his lap, took a piece of tender meat, tore it into small, easy-to-eat strips, and handed it to her. "We'll stick to this area for now. Then, I'll lead our tribesmen to look for the places we've stayed before."
"Will that work?"
The Little Witch was a bit worried. The places they had stayed before weren't caves, just simple resting spots in remote mountain hollows. They would leave to continue hunting the next day.
They even processed their kills far from where they rested, afraid of attracting Fierce Beasts. After so many days, the scent had likely grown very, very faint.
The sturdy beastman's eyes darkened slightly. "We have to try. If we continue deeper, there's only one outcome."
The mood of the people in the cave grew heavy. Everyone knew what awaited them if they continued deeper.
